My wife was leaving for work, but came back into the house to let me know some kid was outside asking for me. I asked her who, and she said she didn't know. I walked outside and saw it was Shiloh, one of the neighbor kids who lives with his aunt and grandmother on the other side of the complex.

I had seen him around, but had never asked his name until one day he asked me mine, and to my surprise remembered it the next day when he said hello. He was six years old and I was impressed that he remembered my unusual name. We talked a few times, and it always cheered me up when he said hello, even though he always seemed a little lonely.

I asked Shiloh what's up? He asked if he could come "visit" me for awhile. He told me his grandma wasn't home yet and he was locked out of his apartment. He looked a little lost. I said sure, come on over, but just about that time his grandmother showed up, slowly strolling up the walk. Shiloh told me thank you, a smile now on his face, and we both went inside.